From the bestselling author of "The Basketball Diaries", "Void of Course" is a collection of poetry that vibrates with the details of everyday city life.
James Dennis "Jim" Carroll was an author, poet, autobiographer, and punk musician. Carroll was best known for his 1978 autobiographical work The Basketball Diaries, which was made into the 1995 film of the same name with Leonardo DiCaprio as Carroll.
Carroll became sober in the 1970s. After moving to California, he met Rosemary Klemfuss; the couple married in 1978. The marriage ended in divorce, but the two remained friends.
Carroll died of a heart attack at his Manhattan home on September 11, 2009, at the age of 60. At the time of his death, he was in ill health due to pneumonia and hepatitis C. He was reportedly working at his desk when he died. His funeral mass was held at Our Lady of Pompeii Catholic Church on Carmine Street in Greenwich Village.
Year of birth corrected & extra info added from Wikipedia
I watched the movie "Basketball Diaries" countless times and since I've come to a huge liking of poetry I never thought to pick up Carroll's work. This may not be his best collection but I will seek more of his work.
Standouts 8 Fragments for Kurt Cobain Train Surfing Poem (pg 54) The Ocean Below
Um...I have a high threshold for the bizarre, graphic and extreme in poetry. Some of my favorite poets include Sharon Olds, Margaret Atwood and Ai, writers who never shied away from depicting violence and sexuality in vivid and visceral terms.
But this book? Pushed at even my far-flung boundaries for what constitutes extremity in art. It reads like one long acid trip. Some of the poems have remarkable clarity despite this factor, but some of the subject matter, which Carroll pursues with an absolutely obsessive eye, is flat-out weird. In a way which strains my ability to appreciate it, and undermines the quality of the collection as a whole.
I kind of grew out of my poetry phase a while ago, but this book of poems is always classic to me. I love Jim Carroll and always have. These poems just get me every time.
I miss Jim Carroll and I miss Kurt Cobain, the latter being the inspiration for the work above. Both men’s work have been a feature of my life and there will never be a time for me, where their art shall fail to move and inspire. In a book boasting some profoundly moving work, it is ‘8 Fragments for Kurt Cobain’ which is my personal highlight.
He remembered his parents Placing long strips of duct tape Across the living room windows
Bottom to top, giant silver Xs on warped glass He thought it was a ritual For a holiday or holiday Never celebrated before
He thought they had converted to a new, silvery religion Remembered Sunday school The story of the Jews protecting Their first born, marking their doorways in Egypt
Then he saw the news on television That the hurricane was coming And he wasn’t at all upset Knowing that Nature has nothing On the strength of a New York City tenement He just went and lay on his bed Dreaming of what it might look like to look into The eye they kept talking about The eye of the hurricane
from 8 Fragments for Kurt Cobain: "You should have talked more with the monkey / He's always willing to negotiate / I'm still paying him off... / The greater the money and fame / The slower the pendulum of fortune swings"
from The Bakery: "Everything I've learned I have stolen / From her pockets everything I have / Written I've learned from her lips // She keeps her lips / Inside of pockets of her down / Jacket on Winter mornings // They sound at times like / A thief's bag filled with half-dollars"
from While She's Gone: "It's two weeks since you've gone / The fragrance you left / Still remains in this apartment / As if it were bracketed to the wall like a shelf // It remains sweet yet somehow stale / The pressuring scent of expedience"
I normally love JC's writing but I found this tedious and self obsessed with moments of brilliance lost in a deluge of consciousness, self pity and anger.
Loss of relationships seem to be a recurring theme but with genius, lifestyle and substance, everyone leaves at some point, the questions then become, who's to blame and how much history is revised to negate guilt.
If you want a more "definitively complete" overview of Carroll's work, please go to your independent local bookstore to either find or subsequently order his one volume omnibus edition of "Fear of Dreaming."
If his novel "The Basketball Diaries" is on backorder while you have simultaneously discovered that his other earlier poetic material is in fact out of print because you and your like-minded literary friends spend way too much time 'living at the movies," then please ask for, purchase, and spend time reading this volume of his poems instead.
I did and wasn't disappointed, but have other 'non-literary' acquaintances who may beg to differ.
These poems are all simultaneously seemingly spontaneous, confessional, humorous, and image choked.
The best poems succeed on many levels, as many of these do. The best poems see
He repeats the title "Poem" often, which I found annoying. His line breaks are often oddly placed. Punctuation is rare on these pages. Topics include a romantic relationship and New York City. "While She's Gone" is an 11-pager, though the other pieces are of more normal length.
My favorites: "Poem" (the one that starts She was playing the french horn) "Poem" (the one that starts Olivia of the ten thousand lesbian tears) "Grains of Sand" - at the beach
The positions we use when making love Determine the next day's weather - "Sick Bird"
Just too many shadows for what's not there And any second a knocking at the door. - "Easter Sunday"
I hope that the syntax makes them squirm. I hope that they continue to laugh in the wrong places. - "The Big Ambulance"
Your thighs moved smoothly as Latino gangsters - "While She's Gone"
I'm tired too tired for conjunctions. - "While She's Gone"
The nice thing about negative reviews is: we don't have to read them. And if you're debating on reading the book, definitely skip the negative and just read it. Yet again, Jim enchants and comforts me. Loved it, and I'm on a mission for everything he's written, even his music. So there, naysayers and stinkeyes. It is loved, despite you.
Better than most poetry collection, but still uneven. I liked "8 Fragments for Kurt Cobain," "Facts," the poem that starts "Female as thunder," and "Film" the best. I liked the first few pages of "While She's Gone" as well.
Stunning, one of my favourite collections of poetry. At points shocking and uncomfortable, (just as it should be) yet it all felt entirely honest and real. I don't want to say too much because I think it should speak for itself. But so worth a read.
I try to re-read this one every so often and it never fails to amaze me. Not every poem is perfect, but there is enough magic left in his pen to make the journey worth it and more.